Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 483 The Four Gods Arrive
Now the demons are climbing the mountains.

Like the best mountaineers, the demons used their claws as fulcrums, digging their weapons deep into the soil to use as support to climb upwards.

But let’s not even mention the already agile Slaanesh demons, or the resolute and angry Khorne devils, and those treacherous and cunning Tzeentch Lords.

But it is probably difficult for people to imagine how the bloated Nurgle demons are manipulating their obese bodies and moving forward with their exaggerated appearance and decent speed.

Whether it's the harsh mountain ridges or the biting cold wind, the cold is meaningless to those guys after all.

Demons do not have body temperature. They are not real physical creatures, they are not alive. The temperature of their bodies is just something created by the gods for their own interests.

They will not die, will not feel cold, will not be hungry, and their only motivation is the souls of mortals, the emotions of mortals, the joys and sorrows of all intelligent creatures.

They are transcendent energy beings.

But now that they have physical bodies, they must be reasonable. The cold mountains will freeze their bodies and cause them to make mistakes.

Even demons would be shattered to pieces if they fell from a hundred meters. As long as their illusory joints were frozen a little by the cold wind and they could not hold on to the corner of the treacherous mountain, they would pay the price.

This is Valhalla, she is absolutely fair to everyone.

Ever since a satellite entered her atmosphere, her warmth and tenderness were completely worn away by that pain. Now she is no longer the second home of any living thing, but just a cold white hell.

She treats demons equally. When a few unlucky guys were ruthlessly blown to the ground by the cold wind and shattered to pieces, the demons realized it.

Crossing here is not without cost.

Even demons, even immortals, even the most terrifying nightmares must endure the cold winds of Valhalla.

And when they raised their heads and crossed the mountain, their bodies were covered with frost. Before they had time to shake off the ice crystals on their bodies, a bullet broke open their heads.

Now the Imperial Guard is fully armed and ready with all possible means.

The Valhallans activated their fortress, or to be more precise, all the defensive equipment here. Now that they have Taylor's power, their will will not be easily torn apart.

Taylor also made amulets for the gunners, although the power they gave was not much. After all, he was still a layman in using divine power. Secondly, it was the first time he realized that his power seemed to be inexhaustible.

This is the power that even the Chief Living Saint marvels at.

However, Taylor was naturally cautious, and even so he deliberately controlled the strength. The power of the amulet was only enough to allow the artillery captain to protect his brothers.

Taylor also personally carved the ancient Chinese characters he remembered on the amulets.

Probably.

[Military stronghold, no entry for outsiders]

This was one of the few times he had a sense of humor. Especially in this tragic situation, he liked to do little actions and tricks that only he could understand.

He naturally imagined that there was another soul from ancient Terra, standing up and telling him that he couldn't be naughty.

The two of them drank happily and toasted each other like friends who had accidentally met in a foreign country.

Of course this is impossible. There is no one else who can bear the pain and pressure for him. If there were, he would be much happier.

He would say it in his funny Eldar tone.

"Hey, another unlucky guy, but you are lucky because I will protect you. Just call me father."

Of course, that was assuming that, as far as he knew, no new commander within the Empire had similar perspectives, habits, or ideas to his. Those people were clearly not from his homeland, and Taylor, always a pragmatic man, knew that if they suffered even the slightest bit of misfortune, they would likely never breathe again.

Of course, he would rather believe that the possible compatriot was working in a confidential organization like the Inquisition.

Maybe he's in a high position.

Of course, he knew very well that this was impossible.

Even if it existed, it was as good as non-existence to this vast empire and to Taylor, who was relatively far away from him.

Now when Taylor looked up, all he saw were the aggressive demons.

He smiled bitterly, helplessly.

Now the great demon chosen by the four gods is ready, the dark angel has sent down the fearless mecha, and Taylor's biggest trump card, a sacred emperor poison blade, is gradually returning to its right position under the command.

Such a behemoth requires a landing platform dedicated to it, but there is no time now, so Taylor can only ask the greenskins to piece some iron sheets together. After all, mortals have few means to fight against the Chaos Demon.

It's true that he had fought every monster before, but dealing with four at once was obviously unprecedented.

Even on Cadia, or more precisely, in the heart of the Great Rift, the Eye of Terror, the great demons he faced relied on their own foul nature.

Now even if he used the same trick again, he could not perform that miracle again. When the Chaos Demons and their legions were ready, four monsters with different shapes occupied one side of the mountain.

The Lord of Khorne was handed over to the Dark Angels, and those angry Knights and Lions would tell them that the Brass Throne was far inferior to the Golden Throne.

The Krieg are a professional match for Slaanesh. They are unwavering and have strong will, so they are very good at it.

The Valhallans' artillery and terrain advantages can suppress the damn filth, and the descendants of the loving father will be unable to move forward, not to mention that they are already bloated.

And Taylor didn't want to admit it, but those ridiculous Tzeentch demons would be his match.

However, it was not Taylor who dealt with those guys, but the soldiers of the Skadi Guard.

They were wearing brand new power armor and had a full set of fine weapons, and were considered the elite among the elite.

The greenskins will be responsible for filling in the logistical lines. As the saying goes, they will judge where the fighting is most intense based on their nature.

In other words, if the battle line gets out of control, those greenskins will rush there as fast as sharks smelling something, scrambling to earn some merit that will make other guys envious.

Of course, after all this was arranged, Taylor stood in the command room and began to prepare for the most detailed details of this war. In fact, he was able to arrange the troops in this way thanks to the fact that those Chaos Gods would never be together in their lifetime.

They hated each other so much that they would never attack together.

But Taylor didn't expect that there are exceptions to everything. That is, when the gods realize the threat, such as the existence of the Emperor, they will join forces.

The Great Demon of the Four Gods knew very well that it was impossible for them to win against Taylor alone.

When the Four Gods' Alliance appeared on the horizon, the Nurgle beasts willingly served as shields, the Bloodletters and Khorne Warhounds held the center line, and the Slaanesh demons maneuvered quickly on the flanks.

When the sky and the back row belong to Tzeentch and Skull Cannon respectively.

Taylor couldn't help but curse.

"Your mother's Chaos!"

(End of this chapter)